Reflections...5

If you were to love me, my love
all this pain would forever wane
Alas, you won't recognise me then
This molten heart that you so allure
Its warmth and golden hue
would be all soon gone

You see, I am no te-fiti
I won't bloom and flower
Turn all serene and beautiful
Instead I fear, I would turn again
into a dark lump of rock
unrecognisable, unworthy, to be broken again

Who am I

It's only in pain my writing blooms

my noble artful self reveals only in gloom 

Maybe, my heart is good only molten

When it burns and churns, it turns golden

Edited 

It’s only in pain that my writing will bloom,

My noble, artful self shows deep in the gloom.

Maybe my heart is good only when molten,

When it burns and it churns, and it turns golden.